#wilkes

[reyrey-art]

You can find a HD version on my Pixiv. This is the best quality I can post here (>﹏<)

[the-most-faithful]

Snape Gang Fancast

This is my Fancast

[souryam]

not Halloween yet but it's October so it's valid.. Snape's Gang w their little costumes in a muggle au

[bi-snape]

When your friends get turned into kids and now you're stuck taking care of them.....

Severus is not doing so well....he's stuck caring for Barty who is just clueless and more unpredictable, Mulciber who is too energetic, Regulus who is far too emotional and sensitive and deprived of affection, Evan who is far more obsessed with him than before, Wilkes who is basically the only normal kid there, Avery who asks a lot of questions, and Lucius who doesn't really care and is Severus's favorite at the moment.

(The only easy thing about this drawing was the drawing reference I found. Everything else was complicated.)

[enbysiriusblack]

severus snape's friends:

(notice to snape stans, i dont hate him, but i'm not a fan of him btw! so pls don't interact with my blog if it bothers you to see some snape criticism now and then)

lily evans- his first friend/childhood friend & also his first crush, although never reciprocated. taught each other lots of stuff & studied together often. slowly became more and more distant as they got older, and political/moral views changed and developed

avery- one of his roommates. his second friend, first person (other than lily) to stand up for him. severus then began to look up to avery a lot and he became eager to impress him

mulciber- roommates, sort of became friends as he got closer to avery. i imagine mulciber being obsessed with proving himself to the 'cause' & getting severus to do the same

wilkes- roommates, also became friends as he got closer to avery. not as close to severus as avery or mulciber but still count as friends.

lucius malfoy- i think severus looked up to him a lot, and in the death eaters, lucius was kinda in charge of giving voldemort's orders to them & keeping an eye on them. but weren't friends till they were older

narcissa malfoy- became friends though draco. lucius asking severus to look after draco throughout school, and he does which obviously means narcissa is gonna like him. also i feel like they get each other, despite the plethora of differences between them

charity burbage- weren't friends during school, but became friends whilst they were both teachers. very different people, but i think charity would remind severus of lily a bit (in terms of personality) & he'd be clutching onto that

[writernopal]

Character Cuddle Scale

This tag is so cute omg, thanks to @outpost51 for tagging me here!

How-to: Rate your OCs based on how they handle cuddling/being cuddled.

I'm gonna do this for the main cast of AASOAF and also M.O.W and will be using a scale of 0 (DO NOT CUDDLE) to 10 (some kind of marshmallow).

Mariel - 10/10 She's a lil shy but she's a cuddler for sure! And don't be fooled, while she is a small bean, she will absolutely play big spoon and she will prepare a whole blanket nest, complete with comfy pillows, snacks and warm drinks for a proper cuddle session, esp if you're feeling down 🥺

Axtapor - 7/10 He's not bad at cuddling per se but he will almost always end up wanting more. Bring a spray bottle and a rolled up newspaper to keep him in check lol.

Fay - 0/10 Lets face it, if you're close enough to cuddle, and you attempt it, you can kiss your existence goodbye. Even Wilkes and her parents can count on one hand the number of times she's cuddled with them.

Wilkes - 6/10 This man is a giver for sure and has cuddly tendencies but you gotta cross a minefield to get there first and even then he's probably not completely relaxed because he'd be concerned about crushing you.

Hartim - 6/10 He gives it an honest shot but as a giant snake, cuddling is just a little too close to strangling his dinner so. Proceed with caution lol.

Lexlar - 10/10 A gentle giant if there ever was one. This guy is very friendly and would probably think he hurt your feelings if you didn't want to cuddle with him.

Tagging (gently): @void-botanist @elshells @oh-no-another-idea @bluberimufim @paintedbutton

@noblebs @sarahlizziewrites and anyone else who'd like to play!

[slytherin-boys]

Wes: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Evan: 'Prettiest Smile'

Will: 'Nicest Personality'

Klaus: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Severus: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

◇Wes is Avery, Klaus is Mulciber, And William or Will is Wilkes◇

[atlasdoe]

Juliette Wilkes headcannons

ik that a lot of people hc Wilkes to be a guy called Wilhelm but i was unaware of this when coming up with how i wanted to see these characters and i'm too attached to Juliette so here are some hcs for her

She was the middle child of five sisters

The Wilkes sisters HATED each other as they grew up

She was the person who was supposed to marry Sirius before he was disowned

She had a really bubbly personality but was a total bitch and as the years went by grew really heartless

She was an attention whore and she was proud

Bellatrix took her under her wing and would obnoxiously call her "the little sister she always wanted" which made Narcissa hate her

She had a real slow burn relationship with Avery which was mostly Avery being in love with her while she was too oblivious to know that he liked her

Her patronus was a niffler

She had always wanted brothers growing up which was why she attached herself to Severus, Mulciber and Avery once at Hogwarts

Out of everyone in Snapes gang she was closest to Mulciber and Avery and least closer st to Charity

When Charity joined the group Juliette was hostile towards her but very quickly became as protective and in love with her as the others. Think like a tone down version of Jade and Cat from Victorious

She was fearless because she low-key thought she had major plot armour. like she ran into any battle cause she just couldn't imagine herself dying

She was killed by Dedalus Diggle during a dual after she resisted arrest

Please someone talk to me about her!!!

[maraudersera-slytherins-1970s]

The Slytherin Centered Friend Groups

Snape’s Slytherin Gang:

-Severus Snape

-Sebastian Mulciber

-Louis Avery

-Rupert Wilkes

-Evan Rosier

-Lucinda Talkalot

-Emma Vanity

-Dorcas Meadowes

Yaxley’s Gang:

-Corban Yaxley

-Dominic Travers

-Walden Macnair

-Thorfinn Rowle

-Antonin Dolohov

The Emeralds:

-Regulus Black

-Barty Crouch Jr

-Evan Rosier

-Dorcas Meadowes

-Lorcan D’Eath

-Pandora Rosier (Ravenclaw)

The Quidditch Friends:

-Sebastian Mulciber

-Lucinda Talkalot

-Emma Vanity

-Regulus Black

-Thaddeus Nott

-Dorcas Meadowes

-Rupert Wilkes

-Louis Avery (occasionally)

-Rabastan Lestrange (occasionally)

Vanity’s Gang:

-Emma Vanity

-Charity Burbage (Hufflepuff)

-Amelia and Edgar Bones (Hufflepuff)

-Dirk Cresswell (Hufflepuff)

-Stubby Boardman (Ravenclaw)

-Xenophilius Lovegood (Ravenclaw)

The Main Study Group:

-Louis Avery

-Severus Snape

-Rabastan Lestrange

-Evan Rosier

-Thaddeus Nott

-Barty Crouch Jr

-Regulus Black

-Aurora Sinistra (Ravenclaw)

-Florence and Samuel Selwyn (Ravenclaws)

The troublemakers/pranksters:

-Rabastan Lestrange

-Barty Crouch Jr

-Thorfinn Rowle

-Sebastian Mulciber

-Alecto and Amycus Carrow

[trashmouththeorist]

Snape’s Gang — Dark Side. a small edit i made when i was bored :) not completely finished

[canimal]

Day Twenty-Five of Deathmione: An Anthology

Title: Don’t Close Your Eyes

Death Eater: Wilkes

Summary: Hermione didn’t care when she learned the notorious Death Eater Wilkes was killed in her flat in a violent botched attempt at an arrest. All she cared about was the break she got in her rent. But when she realizes she might not actually be alone in her new home, she worries she was too quick to sign the two year lease. 

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[missdblack22]

Día 7: Severus no se cuida Prompt: Malos hábitos

Day 7: Severus doesn't take care of himself Prompt: Bad habits.

Severus bad habits since he was a kid to an adult.

Snapetober 2024

Characters: Severus Snape, Avery jr, Mulciber jr, Albus Dumbledore, Lily Evans, Evan Rosier, Wilkes

Trigger warnings: Alcohol, drogues and prostitution

I hope you like it :)

[seriousbrat]

other DE fancasts

Avery: (Jonathan Raggett)

Mulciber: (Charley Palmer Rothwell, I'm so attached to this one he's perfect. so evil looking)

Rosier: (Michael Socha)

Wilkes: (alex lawther)

Regulus: (Craig Roberts)

Barty: (Harry Kirton. I already posted him but I'll do it again just to keep everyone together)

[souryam]

the whole gang posing for a portrait before they start DYING 😭 poor babies. but I love them.

anyway they are : severus snape, wilhelm wilkes and bruce mulciber II, then sitting down there's charity burbage, aurora sinistra and edmund avery jr.

[bi-snape]

Kinda thinking about writing a story about Severus leaving hogwarts in his last year and giving up on magic and the magical world. His friends Evan, Mulciber, Avery, and Wilkes decided to go along with him since in this story Severus is the only good thing in their life. Of course they give up magic and the magical world too, and dispose of their wands.

Then all 5 of them go on road trips with whatever money Evan, Mulciber, Avery, and Wilkes managed to take from the family vaults and with whatever momey Severus made from doing people's homework and selling potions. And Severus is teaching them how to do muggle shit and they're all just happy together.

There's a lot of info I'm leaving out but chances are I'll make a post about this, but I was listening to music and the idea popped into my head.

[merlinsbbeard]

Bucking Brooms & Bloody Bludgers

@jilymicrofics Prompt: pain, words: 1404, content warning: head injury.

James groaned, eyes blinking wildly as the Hospital Wing ceiling came into focus. The sound around him was muffled, overcome by an unrelenting monotonous ringing in his ears. Pain split and re-split his skull. His nostrils stung with an overwhelming scent of chemicals. His very fibres ached, and he briefly wondered if this was how Remus felt after the full moon.

James was not unfamiliar with the Hospital Wing. He had had many injuries and ailments over the last six years at Hogwarts, but none so alarming as this. 

That morning—James hoped it was that morning—was the onset of the last match of the year. Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. Stakes were high, as Gryffindor was beating Ravenclaw for the Cup, and Slytherin was beating them all. The game was Gryffindor’s to lose, and if they did they would be plunged into third place. 

It was because of this, that inter-house rivalry was significantly more potent in the antecedent weeks than they had been all year. Somehow, the air in the Great Hall was tenser than when Severus Snape had deflected Sirius’s Entomorphis Hex outside Defence Against the Dark Arts that February—James agreed that “the slimy git deserved it”—and hit a passing-by Hufflepuff, whose head sprouted feelers and back sported a pair of wings. The corridor had turned into an all-out riot, with students of all houses getting involved.

Despite the relatively early hour of the morning, the Great Hall was packed. Students were roving about the four banquet tables; many were placing bets and breaking into rehearsed chants, and more than once Professor McGonagall reprimanded groups for waving banners inside. 

James sat closest to the doors; with him were Sirius, Remus and Peter, as well as his teammates. He had been pushing his eggs around his plate for the past ten minutes; the mere smell of them made him want to yack, but a worm in his ear named Sirius had been telling him to “eat up” and that he would “need the energy for the game.”

“Good luck, Potter.” Tommy O’Connell, a seventh-year Gryffindor, clapped James on the back as he passed by. 

James winked over his shoulder at him, and turned back to his plate. Deciding that Sirius was right, he quickly ate as much of his plate as he could keep down—his stomach was roiling with nerves. “Ready?” he asked his team. 

“Ready.” Owen Atkinson, a burly fifth-year Beater nodded once, confidently, but secretly his hands shook beneath the table. 

Libby Marsh and Mya Gardner agreed, smiling uneasily up at their Captain and fellow Chaser. And Monty Burns, the other Beater, looked positively green. Their Seeker, Marlene McKinnon, only nibbled at the corner of her toast, eyes fixed on the oak tabletop, where Cohen Hughes, the Keeper, had planted his face as soon as he sat down with the group. 

“Go get ‘em, Prongs.” Remus smiled reassuringly at him. 

“We’ll be rooting for you.” Peter’s face was red and gold with paint, and he held two measly thumbs up.

James nodded stiffly at them and rose from his seat, followed by the rest of his team. He had just crossed the threshold into the Entrance Hall when he collided with someone that hadn’t been there a moment ago. 

“Watch it, Potter,” a scathing voice spat. It was Tadhg Wilkes. 

James was all too familiar with Wilkes. He was one of the youngest in the Slytherin gang, along with Snape, who was standing a little away from the commotion. Wilkes was renowned amongst their year group for hexing first and second-years, and getting away with it. He was otherwise a star student, Prefect, and part of the Slug Club. 

“Wilkes.” James levelled his gaze with the shorter boy. “Don’t go tripping over now, you might hurt yourself.”

Wilkes’s hand shot to his waistband where his wand was stowed, apprehensively. “Worry about yourself, Potter. Quidditch is a dangerous game…”

James had shaken off the odd exchange and put it down to theatrics. In fact, it was the last thing on his mind when his Nimbus 1700 had suddenly lurched from beneath him. 

“GRYFFINDOR IN THE LEAD BY NINETY POINTS,” the commentator, a seventh-year Hufflepuff named Michael Kelly, yelled into the microphone. 

James felt it lurch again. He muttered to it, “Come on, don’t do this to me now.” 

Mya flew past him, Quaffle tucked securely under her arm, followed by Libby who yelled at him to get back in the game. 

James took off once more, regaining control of his broom. He felt the sheer power of the thing rush through his fingertips and into his veins. It felt like he possessed pure energy. 

“AND TURNER HAS STOLEN POSSESSION FROM GARDNER. RAVENCLAW IS BACK ON THEIR GAME.” 

Simon Turner and his teammate Oli Dawson flew parallel up the pitch, looping to pass to one another. 

James was quick to follow. He darted towards the hoops, wind stinging his face. Under the Seekers, left of the Beaters, right of the Bludgers, through the scrambling Chasers.

He was gaining on them. 

James thought that if he reached out as far as he could, then his fingertips would surely have brushed the Quaffle. This was, of course,  if he hadn’t been hit square in the abdomen with a well-aimed Bludger. 

His lungs instantly lost capacity. 

“POTTER HAS BEEN HIT. I REPEAT, POTTER IS DOWN.” The words rumbled in his head. 

James barely had time to gasp for air before his broom bucked and he was flung into open air. 

There was a collective gasp from the spectators as he plummeted towards the stands. 

Limbs flailed in a frantic attempt to save themselves, grasping for what wasn’t there. His body was spinning erratically, faster than his mind could comprehend. The grassy pitch got larger by the second, but before he was even halfway down—

Crunch.

Hushed voices drifted in through the Hospital Wing doors, which had been left open a whisker, snapping James out of his dazed recollection. His ears had stopped ringing by then. 

“I cannot allow him any visitors at the moment.” 

“Please Madam Pomfrey, I won’t get in the way.” James recognised the disembodied voice. 

There was a pause, then the door creaked, and two sets of footsteps scuttled in. 

The sanitary-blue curtains around his too-small cot were harshly drawn open. Bright light flooded his vision, which he attempted to block with his hand. His arm, he now noticed, was bandaged with an itchy gauze. 

“James.” 

Lily Evans stood at the foot of the cot. Her eyes were frazzled and red from crying, her long titian hair uncharacteristically messy, her lips raw and nails gnawed to stumps. 

“Be honest, am I still handsome?” His voice was wheezy. Weak from not being used. 

Lily let out a half-laugh, half-sob. She rounded the cot, taking a seat at his side, and took his hand gingerly in hers. “Are you alright?” Her voice was brittle. 

“Of course,” he squeezed her hand, casting her a reassuring smile. 

Lily smiled in return. Watery and unconvincing. Her eyes kept flicking to his head, then back to his eyes. 

James frowned. “Is there something wrong with my…“ 

He reached his free hand towards his scalp, where most of his pain stemmed from. His tentative fingers were met with a patch of supple new skin, where thick hair usually grew. 

Lily swallowed loudly. “You hit your head.” 

“Go on.” 

“You hit your head on the stands on the way down and—and there was a lot of blood.” Her voice cracked. “Oh, James.”

She threw herself onto his chest—luckily Madam Pomfrey had already healed all the bruising—burying her face in the warm crook of his neck, breaking into tears for the third time that day. Her shoulders shook, tears and saliva dampening his ghastly hospital gown. 

“It’s alright.” He stroked her hair soothingly, shushing her. “I’m alright.”

It was a small while before the sobs were replaced by slow breaths and the occasional hiccup. 

Eventually Lily whispered, “I thought you were going to die,” though it was difficult to make out. 

“Can’t get rid of me that easily,” he chuckled. 

A deep breath. “The boys are outside. They probably want to see you.” Lily started to sit up but James swiftly pulled her back into him, further onto his lap. He nuzzled his face into her soft hair. 

“Stay with me,” he whispered. 

“Of course. Always.”

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